Page 74 of Knot Her Cowboys
“Pack is there for one another,” Dakota insisted. “I know Cooper, and I’m learning you. We’ll get it figured out eventually.”
Her scent blossomed and she gave a little frustrated snort. “It feels dumb that compassionate emotional care makes me hot.”
I laughed and planted a kiss on her shoulder. “Probably healthier than getting turned on by negligence, though.”
“A fair point,” she conceded.
Dakota froze as she brushed her nose along the column of his throat.
“What are the odds of you guys doing something about it?”
I caught his gaze over her head. His pupils were dilated.
He swallowed hard. “I’d say they’re pretty good as long as you want us for the sake of it and not just a distraction. “
“Oh, I definitely want you. That’s not up for debate. Once I get totally comfy, you’ll have to pry me off.”
“Is that so?” I asked, amusement coloring my tone.
“Yep. I need a whole pack to keep up with my appetites even outside of heat.”
I couldn’t deny the statement—back in the day, if I couldn’t find Riley and Cooper for any length of time, it was because they’d snuck away to get frisky—and I certainly wasn’t going to complain about getting to indulge in her.
She caught Dakota in a kiss that had his sweetgrass and sandalwood scent erupting. I helped her out of her panties while she mesmerized my packmate, and then I nudged down my underwear so I could drag my cock along her slick folds. That feeling would never get old.
Distraction or not, she was craving connection. Her anxiety melted away in the bond, slowly replaced by a tide of desire that crashed over me with each delicious rock of her hips.
Telepathy would be so handy right now. I suppose I’d have to settle for actual words. “Don’t worry, D. She definitely likes you, right, honey bun?”
Her answering moan against his lips was confirmation enough.
“No anxiety spirals hiding in here,” I said, sweeping my hand over her ribs. “Just a slutty little omega wanting her alphas.”
Delight sparkled in the bond at the adjective.
I decided to double-check her reaction, gliding my cock into her slick heat and letting her adjust for a hot second before I hauled out the s-word again. “You feel so fucking good.” With a firm grip on her hip, I gave a few experimental thrusts until she was gasping against Dakota’s mouth. “Such a good girl. You like being a needy slut for us?”
Her pussy squeezed me so tightly I almost came right then. She pulled away from Dakota, panting. “Cashy, who taught you language like that? And moreover, who taught you that I like it?”
“Lucky guess?”
“Dangerousguess,” Dakota said with a laugh. “I almost expected her to take a swing at you.”
“Nah.” She tipped her head to kiss my cheek. “I’m feisty, but not particularly violent, at least not anymore. If Cash wants to call me out for being a squirmy mess, I don’t mind one bit.”
I stole her mouth for myself, diving into the sweetness of her lips. I wanted to kiss her forever. So many lost years meant a lot of kisses to make up for. Dakota shuddered and I glanced over to see Riley’s hand moving beneath the blankets.
She nipped my mouth. “Iwillmind if I don’t get railed soon, though.”
“Message received.” I laughed. A quick prop of her knee over Dakota’s hip spread her open for me so I could tease her clit while riding her.
It was still wild—almost surreal—to be tangled up withRiley. No fantasy over the years could remotely compare to having her in my bed. She’d always been scrappy, willing to throw a punch with assholes who pushed her too far, and she’d been sassy, too.Delicateanddemureweren’t descriptors that could have been applied to her growing up, and while she might have gotten a little softer over the last decade, she was still her.
And hot damn did I want her.
What a turn the universe had taken to make her mine. If she wanted to dive into life with my pack, I wasn’t going to stop her, no matter how much damage she’d do if she left again. It was our job to make sure that didn’t happen. Maybe it was immature to think I could coax her into staying with enough orgasms, but it couldn’t hurt, right?
Riley’s whimpers were a perfect symphony. Dakota drowned them out with sweeping kisses that sent delight barreling down the bond while I reveled in the grip of her cunt around me.
